Which one of them isn't too numerous to recount?

How could Yun Wan'er possibly know she was wrong?

What grounds does he have to question this?

What right do you have to be angry?

Watching his disciple commit heinous crimes without realizing it, and even at the last moment, still clinging to a sliver of hope, trying to gamble on a chance of survival with so-called "regret"... what a failure and how laughable he was as a master!

All the anger, all the questions, ultimately turned into a weak and desolate sob, stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, leaving only boundless despair and self-loathing.

The paper talisman figure, suspended in mid-air, took in all of this.

Watching the "daughter of destiny" who once held his faint hope for the future of the sect end up in such a miserable way;

Looking at his once highly regarded eldest disciple, now clutching that sinful corpse, his expression one of utter grief and undeniable wretchedness...

Xuanji Daozu remained silent for a long time.

Finally, that weathered voice, carrying a weariness and desolation as if it came from the end of time, sighed heavily in the deathly silent water prison.

"well……"

This sigh contained disappointment at Ling Xiao's stubbornness, heartache at Yun Wan'er's misguided path, but more than anything, it reflected a deep sense of bewilderment and self-reproach stemming from his own actions.

If it weren't for his arrogance back then, his forced attempt to peek into that sliver of heavenly secrets, and his presumptuous attempt to find a so-called "bright path" for the sect and Qingxuan...

Wouldn't all these subsequent changes have been avoided?

Would they not bring this seemingly beautiful but actually troublesome woman into the sect?

Will it prevent Ling Xiao from developing unwarranted expectations or showing favoritism?

We won't let Qingxuan almost lose his life, force Qiubai to betray the sect, or turn this once-prosperous Tianyan Sect into a chaotic mess with fellow disciples killing each other.

He thought he had glimpsed a glimpse of life, of the future.

Little did he know that he was stirring up an even deeper calamity.

"...No wonder there is an old saying that heavenly secrets...cannot be revealed."

The paper figure let out an almost ethereal murmur, and its tiny paper body seemed to dim slightly with that sigh.

He interfered with cause and effect, so he must also bear the bitter consequences of those consequences.

This farce, this tragedy, everything that he himself set off and ignited... he was also a player in it all.